Wet Wet Wet

I've pumped out the last of my Savon de Marseille Extra Pur Liquid Soap in Rose (such a pretty bottle, in glass too), this really lovely, limpid, refined cleanser that I've rationed out for days when I needed to feel super blessed. It's like the old spiritually cleansing custom of bathing with flower water, with a real rose scent (there's a bit of green sap in it), not artificial in the least. It's my lucky soap, and you stroll out of the shower feeling like nothing really bad can happen. I've started on Clinique Skin Supply For Men's Exfoliating Body Wash, which is just the extra-cleansing thing needed when you need to wash the scum right out of your life. It smells clinically clean, almost medical, is in a toilet cleaner blue, and has grains that scratch like a sun-hardened towel. I almost think it will scrub away the pounds of butter build-up from my week of pineapple tart eating.